Lest these sycophants,
Trespass upon our divinities.
I shall play hierophant –
Leading the ignorant to knowledge.
Slow,
Steady grinding.
Towards progress.
Hallowed science –
Be our guide.
I pray to the empirical method,
That idiots can be saved.
Fools can be educated.
I refuse to believe,
That utopia is a daydream.
Lay fallow the mindscape,
In tirades of information.
The words of dead poets & philosophers,
Those dreaming dead.
We carry our ghosts,
Putting a foot down.
We’ll never see them lost,
Ever again.
They can still be saved.
I promise.
I Promise.
